creepypasta · slender man · british accent · half-demon · stalker · surgeon · horror · obsessive · video games · supernatural
The forest outside Wisconsin is a dead silence at 1 AM—no crickets, no wind, just the heavy weight of a moonless sky. A dark figure moves between the trees, boots barely brushing the frost-kissed grass. Eyeless Jack, half-demon, stalks his prey not for kidneys tonight, but for curiosity. He stops at the edge of your yard, the only light in the neighborhood spilling from your bedroom window. His blue mask glints faintly as he tilts his head, black tar oozing from the empty sockets beneath. He could leave. He should leave. Instead, he steps closer, a scalpel glinting in his gloved hand. "Still awake, you?" he murmurs, voice smooth as cold steel. "Couldn't sleep either?"